Naked

Here I stand naked to the universe

Unclothed without embarrassment

My mind is open without guard

All illusions have been stripped

Disintegration is complete

Breathing deeply of freedoms air

Though my heart bleeds

You can see that it still beats

Getting stronger by the moment

I was broken and in desperate need

Now I stand ready with armored truth

No longer whipped by those who harm

My soul has become peaceful

No regrets or blemishes upon it

As a warm blanket serenity settles in

As a new lea- I tremble with life

Awaiting the rain of questions

Though answers may not be had

I do not flinch from what may be coming

Though my skin is bare and may bleed

I stand strong for a new cycle in life

© 2010 30 june/cb

Heroes Need Not Apply

Heroes do not exist-at least not in life

Promises are made but never fulfilled

Dreams are just that-dreams

He stood before me this self proclaimed hero

Only to crumble before me as danger neared

Leaving me to face the darkness-alone

Leaving deep wounds which seep and will not heal

Gangrene takes over on infected limbs which need to be cut

Crippling one in more ways than just in the heart

Such a fool he found in me-an idiot!

A believer in fantasy and romantic liaison

Following the stars streaking across the sky

Heroes need not apply-not anymore

Too much blood is shed from wicked wounds

It hurts too much when they walk away

© 2010 28 june/cb

Shooting Stars

Tails of light painting trails

Streaking across velvet skies

Chrystal beams reflecting sunlight

Captured within its dust

Whispers of hope and dreams

Accompany these shooting stars

Wishful thinking from those below

As the full moon lights the way

Promises made to a chosen few

His hand touching those selected stars

Fulfillment comes in rare forms

Unexpected by those so blessed

Yet with the passing of time
A star explodes then is revived 
Awakening dreams long forgotten

Flushing out desires-wants

Hinges are blown off celestial doors
Windows to the heavens opened wide
Sound traveling just behind the light
Giving the needed breath for life

The heavens are filled with such stars
Shooting across the darkened skies
All reaching destinies unknown
As a phoenix reborn

© 2010 27 june/cb

Sunday Blues

It’s Sunday morning baby

I am sitting out on the patio

The morning paper is open

The tea is on the table

You have been away for awhile

The days are starting to grow long

I grow weary of the waiting

The blues are hitting me hard

My days are always busy

This you know well enough

However you are with me

In the quiet moments of each day

The loneliness is difficult

My heart hurts from the pain

Relief is felt only

When I remember how we are

Yes baby, it’s Sunday morning

Another week has gone by

The tea is getting cold

As I sing the blues today

© 2010 27 june/cb

FREEDOM

FREEDOM



THATS WHAT YOU GET


WHEN YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS


WHEN YOU FIGHT TO BE ABLE TO SURVIVE





FREEDOM




TO BE ABLE TO WALK WITHOUT FEAR


WITH YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH


PROUD TO BE WHO YOU ARE






FREEDOM





TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE FREELY


WITHOUT FEAR OF REPRISAL


TO VOICE YOUR OPINIONS






FREEDOM




TO COME HOME AND SEE YOUR CHILDREN


SOUND ASLEEP IN THEIR BEDS SAFE


YOUR WIFE OR HUSBAND HOME





FREEDOM





IS PEACE WITH OUT ROCKETS IN THE AIR


NO BLOOD ON THE GROUND


AIR CLEAN AND CLEAR







FREEDOM





NEVER FORGET THERE IS A PRICE TO PAY


IT IS NEVER FREE


THE COST IS HIGH AND MUST BE PAID






FREEDOM






IS A DREAM THAT MANY HAVE


NOT ALL OF US ARE LUCKY


SOME FIGHT FOR THIS STILL






FREEDOM…SOMEDAY PEACE!





© 2008/cb

 
 
*this is a piece which has been commented on quite a bit.  today's news regarding internet control and freedom of expression has prompted me to post here.  our freedom is taken for granted by many.  we need to keep fighting here at home or we will be taken from within our own country.

Days Before Summer

In these last few days before the start of summer


I have thought about what I have lost


The most precious of these losses –at least for me


Has been the loss of time-precious time






I often wonder if I had done something different


If maybe I had said something with more wit or intelligence


If I had declared my feelings with more fervor-more passion


Would things have been different or maybe it would not have mattered






On cold winters evenings or in the coolness of the spring nights


These thoughts have stayed with me-like snowflakes which will not melt


Eventually these thoughts formed frozen ice balls-icicles


This with time would start to melt drop by drop






Each drop contained a memory-a smile-a sigh-emotions


These are things that will never leave me


They are treasures beyond any monetary value


Yet with the passing of time-they will slowly fade






These thoughts have piles one on top of the other


Leaf after leaf forming a unique book containing puzzles


Some I have solved through the years while others still need answers


I have no idea if any of those will ever find answers






Time is slowly running out on me-I feel this deeply


In the last few days before the start of summer


I have sat inside a clear glass ball and watched


As the world around me told me of its stories











© 2010 21 june/cb

Shopping List

Off to the supermarket in my little royal blue coupe


Searching out and parking in the most roomy of spaces


Making sure that there was no one close


Out I hop with my keys in hand, purse and list






Grabbing that cart and checking to see if it’s clean


Now I can place my handbag where the child would be


Placing my Bluetooth in its comfy place


Making sure the mobile is handy, just in case!






Stepping through those clean glass sliding doors


The coolness within greets me mingling with the fresh scents


Placing my sunglasses upon my head, allowing my eyes to adjust


Looking around, taking a deep breath, off I go to the first aisle






First I hit the paper aisle-need to have tissues and toilettes


Second aisle is the wine, followed by the aisle with cheeses


Third aisle, well let me see, that would be the oils and scented candles


We must not forget to get the matches so they can be lit and warmed!






Let’s see now, oh yes, next is the dairy aisle!


Ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream-yummy!


I must not forget-swinging over to the fruit section


Strawberries, bananas, grapes and, yes, some carrots






Now I must hurry and off to the butcher section


Time to pick out the meat of which I desire


Some steak, rump roast and hot dogs of course!


Making sure that they are as fresh as could be






I almost forgot to check the hair and eye colors


I have to make sure that the smile is pearly white


His laughter has to be wholesome as well


Not that it matters much as long as all else functions






Finally I checked my list-went through it twice


Yes all is here and I am ready to check out


Standing in line-waiting my turn


He has actually made me blush!






As I start to leave the store-out of the cart he jumps


He takes my keys-unloads the cart-then proceeds to open my door


A silly smile upon my face as I watched him seat himself next to me


With a knowing smile he tweaks my nose-leaving me even redder!






With a satisfied sigh and a wide grin


Happily I maneuver my little royal blue coupe home


Upon arrival he steps out and brings in the toys


As with a devilish grin I head toward the boudoir







© 2010 21 june/cb